New York City
A love letter to love, in all its incomprehensible forms and venues: teenage, old age, same sex, no sex, wild sex, imaginary, quiet and disquieted. Pearls are a functional metaphor. Love is our own reaction to flaws and irritations, after all. Imagine the playwright as diver. We hold our breath with Michele Lowe while she picks among the pebbles and are dazzled by what she comes up with.